"Agents Sinclair and Donovan, we'll be landing shortly. I advise you both to get dressed and sit down while we land. You've got 15 mintues." The voice over the intercom crackled a bit and Frank sighed. Explanations would have to wait for later... again.
He looked down at Litha, who looked a bit relieved as she backed up and slid on the clothing laid out for her. The well tailored black slacks matched a royal blue silk camisol that went under an equally well tailored black suit jacket. In a matter of minutes she was dressed and had her holsters back in place, boots in hand as she walked back into the main cabin.
Litha was shaking inside. Finally it was all out in the open. That wasn't so difficult, was it? Hell yes it was... She slid her boots in place and took the jewelry offered. She'd already put the second blue contact in and once more Seska Broussard was living large.
"We will talk later, in private." She slid a pair of sleek black sunglasses on as she made the statement, then sealed her identity by twisting her hair up into a sleek twist and stabbing an ornamented hairpick into the twist.
Frank leaned back in the seat, his imagination running wild. He had a daughter. Litha said that she was his spitting image. She'd have dark hair of course, preferrably her mother's black hair. What was her name? Did Litha have a picture of her? He wanted to ask all these questions to her, but Litha wasn't there anymore, Seska was in her place. He felt the plane sinking, coming in for a landing.
The gears shifted and the wheels came down. In a few minutes the game would be on once more. The plane jolted lightly as they set down, Litha never showing if it jostled her. The plane slowed down tremendously as the pilot came over the intercom. "Miss Broussard, Mr. Richards, Welcome to Sao Paolo Brazil."
One last touch, she pulled out her lipstick and compact, slicking on a dark red glossy lipstick before she stood up. The flight attendant opened the door and lowered the steps down. Frank stuck his head out first, clearing the way and made his way down. He turned and held a hand out to Litha, helping her down the stairs. Geraldo Montcalvez was already on the tarmac, waiting for them both.
"Ahhh Senora Broussard! Welcome, Welcome. I am glad you could make it down to me. You are as lovely as the rumors report you to be. Come, come, the limo is waiting. We shall go to the main house where you can relax and freshen up before dinner. I hope you don't mind, but I have two other guests already here. They will be joining us for dinner tonight and over the next few days." Montcalvez swept both Litha and Frank into the one limo and closed the door behind them. He himself stepped into the second and it led the other through the streets.
"That was a private air strip, Donovan." Litha had to be careful of what she said. This wasn't a clean place after all.
"Of course Seska. Did you think that it'd be open to the public?"
"nooooooo Donnie, I was under the impression that it would be a little more frequented... like Sao Paolo International." The arrangements said nothing about a private air strip outside of the city. Of course, the Montcalvez spread was far outside of Sao Paolo itself, as far removed from the metropolitan city that the Academy was from Washington D.C. "He said two other guests... I wonder if it's that woman and her business partner that we've been running up against from time to time."
"It'd be a safe bet. I recognize the plane." Alex and Jake's plane had been parked on the far side of the tarmac. They both saw a small guest house. It was a safe guess that the pilots of the two planes would be put there at the landing strip. According to the sketched out plans, when the time came, one of the planes would have to be left behind - or used as a prison transport to bring Montcalvez back to the United States, depending on how the situation developed.
"I wonder what's for dinner..." Litha made the absent remark as she watched the scenery go by.
"If I had my way..." Frank's hand slid up the inside of her thigh slowly and the tone of his voice was so loaded with innuendo that Litha blushed to spite herself.
"You're insatiable and incorrigible." She chuckled and put her hand over his, stopping it from going any further. If only they were in private, she'd make him finish what he just started. As it were, the ride was over before it began and the limo was slowing. Now she'd have to suffer through a few more hours of being that close to him... and wanting him that much more.
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He looked down at Litha, who looked a bit relieved as she backed up and slid on the clothing laid out for her. The well tailored black slacks matched a royal blue silk camisol that went under an equally well tailored black suit jacket. In a matter of minutes she was dressed and had her holsters back in place, boots in hand as she walked back into the main cabin.
Litha was shaking inside. Finally it was all out in the open. That wasn't so difficult, was it? Hell yes it was... She slid her boots in place and took the jewelry offered. She'd already put the second blue contact in and once more Seska Broussard was living large.
"We will talk later, in private." She slid a pair of sleek black sunglasses on as she made the statement, then sealed her identity by twisting her hair up into a sleek twist and stabbing an ornamented hairpick into the twist.
Frank leaned back in the seat, his imagination running wild. He had a daughter. Litha said that she was his spitting image. She'd have dark hair of course, preferrably her mother's black hair. What was her name? Did Litha have a picture of her? He wanted to ask all these questions to her, but Litha wasn't there anymore, Seska was in her place. He felt the plane sinking, coming in for a landing.
The gears shifted and the wheels came down. In a few minutes the game would be on once more. The plane jolted lightly as they set down, Litha never showing if it jostled her. The plane slowed down tremendously as the pilot came over the intercom. "Miss Broussard, Mr. Richards, Welcome to Sao Paolo Brazil."
One last touch, she pulled out her lipstick and compact, slicking on a dark red glossy lipstick before she stood up. The flight attendant opened the door and lowered the steps down. Frank stuck his head out first, clearing the way and made his way down. He turned and held a hand out to Litha, helping her down the stairs. Geraldo Montcalvez was already on the tarmac, waiting for them both.
"Ahhh Senora Broussard! Welcome, Welcome. I am glad you could make it down to me. You are as lovely as the rumors report you to be. Come, come, the limo is waiting. We shall go to the main house where you can relax and freshen up before dinner. I hope you don't mind, but I have two other guests already here. They will be joining us for dinner tonight and over the next few days." Montcalvez swept both Litha and Frank into the one limo and closed the door behind them. He himself stepped into the second and it led the other through the streets.
"That was a private air strip, Donovan." Litha had to be careful of what she said. This wasn't a clean place after all.
"Of course Seska. Did you think that it'd be open to the public?"
"nooooooo Donnie, I was under the impression that it would be a little more frequented... like Sao Paolo International." The arrangements said nothing about a private air strip outside of the city. Of course, the Montcalvez spread was far outside of Sao Paolo itself, as far removed from the metropolitan city that the Academy was from Washington D.C. "He said two other guests... I wonder if it's that woman and her business partner that we've been running up against from time to time."
"It'd be a safe bet. I recognize the plane." Alex and Jake's plane had been parked on the far side of the tarmac. They both saw a small guest house. It was a safe guess that the pilots of the two planes would be put there at the landing strip. According to the sketched out plans, when the time came, one of the planes would have to be left behind - or used as a prison transport to bring Montcalvez back to the United States, depending on how the situation developed.
"I wonder what's for dinner..." Litha made the absent remark as she watched the scenery go by.
"If I had my way..." Frank's hand slid up the inside of her thigh slowly and the tone of his voice was so loaded with innuendo that Litha blushed to spite herself.
"You're insatiable and incorrigible." She chuckled and put her hand over his, stopping it from going any further. If only they were in private, she'd make him finish what he just started. As it were, the ride was over before it began and the limo was slowing. Now she'd have to suffer through a few more hours of being that close to him... and wanting him that much more.
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